Pre-Jetlag

Well, we're home! I have lots more that I might blog about once my mind meets back up with my body ... currently, I have no idea where my mind thinks it is, but I'll tell you one thing: it thinks it should have been awake all last night and be asleep right now.

Anyway, here's a little demonstration of how tired I was by the time I got on the plane for the last leg of our 30 hour journey yesterday (yes, all yesterday: time travel is amazing). HH and I sat down on the plane, were settling in and I looked down at my left hand. To my horror, I realized that my wedding ring was gone. I couldn't imagine what I would have done with it! Did I have it the last time I washed my hands? Did I take it off to put lotion on? WHEN did I put lotion on? WHERE? Did I take it off when I washed my face and freshened up after we landed? Did it just slide off because my hands had shrunk from being cold and dry?

Regardless of all these questions, it was a lost cause -- we were taking off in just moments. This is why I don't have an expensive ring. Maybe when I grow up, we'll get me a nicer one. Although, to be honest, I LIKED that ring. A lot.

HH was very gracious, telling me that I could replace it with the same ring (if we could find it), or with another one. I felt pretty silly and wasteful, though.

I felt even more silly when I looked down at my right hand about 3 minutes later, and there was my ring. How it got there, I shall never know. But I do know that we got enough of a giggle out of it that the lady behind us tapped us on the shoulder and asked if we were okay!